The iron clashes and sparks burst.
- Chae Yeon!
Striking with power, the screening was blocked on the axe of the Vulbuza. You're blocking my attack with one hand? Brief navigation. I immediately twist the blade and aim for Orc's wrist.
- Whistle!
The true power of swordsmanship is not in the slash.
After the slash, it's like water flows, bending and stabbing, disabling the other person. The violent training with Karin melted into my mind as much as a 10-silver piece of cheap money was invested.
It's the heart.
If the attack fails, you can attack again. - Chae Chae Chae Chae! Chaen! But my attack didn't work. Continuously became a jersey. Bulbur skillfully stopped me with a club and a hand axe that twisted like a snake.
You son of a... skilled man!
"Takeaway profit!"
Whew! The timed bulbour swings its hand axe short. All he had in his hand was just a hand axe, but the attack looked as if the killer fisherman were sprinkling a killer net.
"Gyuwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!"
I screamed like I was going to break the world, pulling my legs back and bending my back, barely avoiding the attack. - Continuous attack of the Vulbuza. The flying club aims for my torso before fixing the pose.
- Quang!
"Krog!"
Immediately, he lifted his arms and defended the attack. At the same time, a heavy shock flowed in on my arm. I felt the pain of crushing my forearm even though I was wearing fine protective gear.
But the attack didn't end in one shot. Bulberza raises his hand axe this time. And the axe fell like a guillotine.
"You, cheeky!!"
He suppresses the pain, slashes the knife, and bounces off the attack. - Charging! Once again, the flames burst. Lucky for you. There's a gap between the attacks you barely shed.
- Don't miss it.
"Fuck you!"
The pose is rectified and the Ben knife is lowered again like a lightning bolt. This attack will inflict great wounds. If you induce such excessive bleeding, you can win by running away!
"Yikes!!!"
At the extreme moment of coming and going, the Vulver retrieved both hands and crossed the weapon into a defensive posture-ha! Foolish! Only in such a clumsy posture can I stop my attack with both hands!
I'll break the defenses like this and split the head in half...
- Chae Yeon!
"Anet!"
The blade does not cleave the bulbour's head. Along with the frightening metallurgy, rather my knife was pushed.
"Hey, you cocksucker!"
You think I'm pushed from this power?
Judgment was briefly delayed by an unreliable situation. I didn't have enough Vulbuza to stop my attack, so I started pushing myself away. Drunkenness! The sound of the Orc's bitter laughter draws near. The constantly staring bulbous smiles at me.
Murder smile.
It's a slaughter smile!
- Paang!
"Krog!"
I bounced off as I was.
I almost lost the center of the moment and fell back, but I just rolled back and avoided the danger. Tak-tak! I detect a danger and immediately cast a back-tab in a row and fell off the bulbous.
"Fuck... you almost died."
I chose to breathe.
I pushed him out of this power. I never thought there would be any opponents who would overwhelm me with their weight. The fight with the weak made me blunt.
I never thought I'd be pushed by force.
Then it was right that I should not use my weight to shoot and press an enemy, but to use something else to attack.
My brain spins to its limit in the fight against the strong. I analyze the situation, but I had no idea what to do with my fucking head. Fuck you, motherfucker.
I stepped back a lot.
"Profitability, profitability."
The Vulbuza was only slowly advancing towards me. Until just a few days ago, the green-eyed oak, which had been unseen outside, began to look like a moving fortress.
There are no gaps.
In melee, I'm pushed. What's better about me than him? At least it will be the length of the knife and the kidney. Am I a little longer? I don't know. Let's save the length of the sword and try to fight with a knife.
... No.
I could tell by the bump I just hit.
It won't work for him.
That oak was a warrior.
"Profitability!"
Bulbourg whistles aggressively.
It was an obvious provocation.
"... cheeky."
- Tuck.
When I stepped back, my back touched the wall. You've already got this far? Bulberza glances like a monster in front of a meal... you fucking pearl!
"Aah! Barbarian Cat! You can't be defeated here!!! A barbarian who hasn't been able to use his strength against the Vulbuza since!!! No matter how savage my warriors are, the Orcs can't win!!!!"
The moderator shouted with excitement.
The murders soared in my voice as if I were hoping for my death. Who the fuck are you talking to? Nina Dizzy, you bitch!
-Bulbur! -Bulber!
Execution!
- Whoa!
The audience was also eager for the death of the Barbarians, who were on the verge of being exiled. It was an impact. Fucking bastards. I turn my palm upside down like a very crabby hide.
In such a standstill, I enlarged my optic nerves to the limit to find a way to live. What the hell? What can I do to beat a stronger opponent than me? No, it's not just strong. The Orc's skill in handling that club and hand axe was clearly superior to mine.
Aren't you just a stronger opponent than I am?
What the...
"Khh..."
The bulbourgeois was approaching the timeline.
What do we have to do to win? I can't do it...
Oops.
Then something came into my eyes.
"... gravel?"
It was the pebble at the foot.
The bottom of the Arena was made of sand. However, gravel remained everywhere on the edge of this large wall. Did you remove the stone from the corner? The size of the pebbles varied from the perfect throw to the chewy look.
That was the pebble pyramid. If there are small grains under the garbage, there is a larger gravel above it. Again, there is a larger pebble above it. This was a gravel yard.
"Gravel!"
- Pabat!
I didn't have to think anymore. The muscles of the legs were contracted to the limit and then exploded along the rim. It's time to get away from the Vulbuza!
"Aah! The Babarians are running away!!!!! Not for the Orcs either! Death! Barbarian warriors do not win the Vulbuza, but die!!"
Fuck you.
I just found the bow.
"Profitability."
I look back. Vulbuza is just slowly advancing towards me. You can't run, or you don't have to chase? It doesn't matter. Vulbuza will soon regret not running.
At a moderately distant location, I stopped.
And I picked up a pebble the size of which would be nice to hold.
I recall the memory of baseball.
As a boy, I used to be called Hyper pitcher Kim Geun-tae. As Hyper said, I was just an eaten pitcher among boys that age, but I was different from being an adult and a warrior.
- Yikes.
I caught a pebble thrown up in the air.
Rats tasted very good. The Vulbuza walks in. Can't you understand my actions with the little head of the Orc? He still seemed relaxed.
"I'll show you hell."
Lift your arms.
Stretch your legs.
- And.
"Non-Meteorological Taaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Throw pebbles.
- Weeping fluid!!
The blank pebbles rotate in fierce motion and fly towards the bulbous. The bulbourgeois, who was moving his steps, stopped. And, uh, fuzzy! The oak screams with a burst of flesh. Prepare the next ball immediately.
"Drunk, drunken!"
Bulberza lifts both arms and protects the flood. The pebble hit his arm and flew to the other side.
No matter how strong the Orcs are, they are made of bones and flesh. Then you won't get sick of being stoned with enormous energy. Muscle rupture, of course, and it's common sense to break bones.
- Pa!
The Vulbuza who sensed the danger hit the ground. But...
- Too late.
I already have the next ball ready.
Raise your arms, shoot the ball again--
"Profitability!"
The Vulbuza immediately performs evasive maneuvers in keeping with my movements. The oak's enlarged belly flew. At a time when the center was blurred by a sudden orbital shift,
"--Hulk, you asshole!"
Throw pebbles.
The hand I just did was just a thug.
- Wedge!
The bulbour stops toothing and raises its nesting arm. But it is.
- Bummer!
"Profitability!"
This time it was the abdomen. Magic Bolt! Bulberry, who missed the Mace, grabbed her abdomen with her hand. I don't know, but I think the shock might have made it to the viscera.
You shouldn't have stopped now.
I already had the next pebble in my hand.
"Ah, ah!!! Barbarian! The Barbarians are finally here!!! Finally!!! I was degenerating to the limit!!! That's the primitive regression!!! Like the early humanity, he threw a stone!!!! This is not a barbarian, it's just a primitive!!!"
- Coward! Coward!
- What are you doing?
- Treason! Treason!!!
The moderator blurred, and the audience burst into tears. Certainly no gladiators have fought with stones until now. Good, curse me.
This is my 'impact'.
Throw the pebbles again. This time it was an elbow. Hop! Screaming again. The Vulbuza rushes towards me without even thinking about retrieving the club she threw away. What if he comes running towards me? I also run and run. With the pebbles.
Running speed was my advantage. The muscle dealer is slower moving speed than the one-dealer. Then you can never catch it and you can't deal with it.
"Fuck you!"
Wedge! I gave you the change sphere. A pebble that flew low as if it were running on the ground suddenly traverses into the thigh of a bulbour.
"Profitability!"
The old oak's screams burst. Old man, no!
"Elder attack!"
Pick up the pebbles, throw them back. Throw it again. Iran still has an explosive culture of stoning and executing women. I don't want to copy the offense, but I threw a stone to my life.
"Haha!"
I was a baseball boy.
Just throwing something makes me feel better. The bulbours are starting to crumble. I was completely devastated and grinded the stone. Now I was a competent pitcher and an oak slayer!
"Drunkenness!!"
However, the Stone Palm couldn't end Orc's life. The bloody Orc is completely engulfed in anger and comes running with a hand axe. Hypertrophic. That instantaneous speed, which completely gave up my defenses, exceeded my running speed!
Run away again?
It's a little late.
I grabbed the handle of the knife I put on the ground.
I shaved off my HP.
I also succeeded in pushing the boss into a wide-exploded state.
If so, it is worth fighting for.
Inhale.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
It explodes as it is. "Drunkenness!!" Big move. Bulbourg grabs his hand axe and draws a clear crescent. The blade of the axe, which is lightened to the extreme, reflects the light of the sun. Somehow, it just seemed to look slow. As the fanatical confidence rises, unexpected things begin to come into my eyes.
The senses expand.
Read the number of victories.
- Yikes!
This emotion that blossomed deep in my heart was definitely a smulsome one.
Short of breath.
"The Eye-Disturbations-!!!!!!"
Bulbourza is a child. His left eye is completely crushed and he can't see ahead. The moderator's explanation is that this causes complications and causes death. This is a fight I don't know if it's going to be the last game.
I can't see my left eye.
Doesn't that sound like a blind spot after all?
"Son of a bitch!!!"
To the right.
Then dig to the right.
"Profitability?!"
At that moment, in the world of Vulbuza, "My" disappears.
The day of the axe, swung to its fullest strength, cuts through the air. - The battle is decided. Whether I dig into the corner of the Vulver or not, I spin the blade and stab it into the fully exposed back of an old oak.
"Choo-choo-choo-choo!!!!!"
The screams of the Vulbuza exploded.
"Spirits of heaven."
Pull out the knife.
"Rearneachid Choke."
Catch the Badger Bubbler.